Category Archives: It’s a Nana thing.

Reflections on the joys of being a grandparent.

Dear Blossom,

We haven’t met yet and Blossom, I am fairly certain, will not be your name, but your Nana has loved you for a long time now. I call you Blossom because we will first meet in the usual sense around … Continue reading

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